{"id":1102,"date":"2013-10-11T16:22:13","date_gmt":"2013-10-11T16:22:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kandynolesstevens.com\/?p=1102"},"modified":"2013-10-11T16:22:13","modified_gmt":"2013-10-11T16:22:13","slug":"the-two-grandmas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/?p=1102","title":{"rendered":"The Two Grandmas"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/kandynolesstevens.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/10\/qwirkle.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-1103\" alt=\"qwirkle\" src=\"http:\/\/kandynolesstevens.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/10\/qwirkle.jpg\" width=\"497\" height=\"372\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/10\/qwirkle.jpg 2592w, http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/10\/qwirkle-300x225.jpg 300w, http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/10\/qwirkle-1024x768.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/10\/qwirkle-624x468.jpg 624w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 497px) 100vw, 497px\" \/><\/a>For a few days in August, we had something akin to a miracle occur right at my dinner table.\u00a0 Most people would think that I am\u00a0waxing poetically, but for me, it is a moment that I will treasure forever.\u00a0 While I was on my train trip with Mr. Jimmy, my parents arrived for a visit with my family. \u00a0A few days after my return, we were also expecting the annual Grandma &amp; Auntie Vacation visit from my other mom (Daniel\u2019s mom) and sister.<\/p>\n<p>We\u00a0live in a humble-sized\u00a0house, but like my husband\u2019s ancestors, there is always room for one more in a bed, one more plate at the table, and one more chair for visiting at our home.\u00a0 The problem with this scenario, due to the craziness of travelling and raising a busy family, was we neglected to tell either mom they\u00a0would be here at the same time.\u00a0 That task fell to my husband as I was soaking up every bit of wonder\u00a0in a great place called Kentucky.<\/p>\n<p>To most people, this wouldn\u2019t seem like such a big deal, but I will be honest, our moms would have never met had their children not fallen in love.\u00a0By never, I mean like that scene in Mall Cop where Paul Blart says at the\u00a0intersection of &#8220;Ne\u00a0and ver&#8221;.\u00a0 That kind of never, as\u00a0opposed to the never\u00a0Hollywood uses when it tells us there is never going to be another sequel to a million dollar movie franchise. Yeah, right! (more on this thought on a later post)<\/p>\n<p>It isn\u2019t that\u00a0our moms\u00a0dislike each other; it simply is that they come from vastly different backgrounds and lifestyles.\u00a0 Each\u00a0one has\u00a0her own \u201c<i>thang<\/i>\u201d, and no one should apologize for being herself.<\/p>\n<p>They have been at some events together (our wedding, one baby shower, Reed\u2019s services, and the laying of his headstone). Other than when Reed died and one time during a Reed\u2019s Run, our two moms have never stayed in the same house together.\u00a0 <b><i><span style=\"text-decoration:underline;\">It just never happens<\/span><\/i><\/b>. Even though they don\u2019t normally hang out (which is geographically impossible with one being a native Floridian and the other being a North Dakotan), they do share one colossal common interest.\u00a0 Both\u00a0adore their grandchildren.<\/p>\n<p>During one of the days of the \u201cGrandma Invasion\u201d, our littlest one says, \u201cHey Grandmas! Let\u2019s play a game!\u201d\u00a0 Since the old standby preschool game, Ice Cream, a favorite of Grandma L, is\u00a0soon to be outgrown by Cloie, we settled on a favorite of the big kids in our house.\u00a0\u00a0 Although neither had ever heard of the game, both grandmas\u00a0were willing, if may be a little reluctant,\u00a0participants.\u00a0 There we were, seated around the table, two grandmas (well technically three grandmas as sister Rita had recently become one herself), one mom, and one spunky, little, eight-year-old girl.<\/p>\n<p>It took a while to recall the directions for the game, but once we did, we settled into a routine of fun competition with a whole\u00a0bunch of cooperation as we cheered each other on.\u00a0 At one point, I distinctly remember wanting to scoop up my little Clo, holding her freckled cheeks in hands to breathe these words into her soul.<\/p>\n<p><b><i>\u201cYou are the luckiest little girl in the world!\u00a0 This moment \u2013 right here, right now \u2013 is one so many little girls never experience.\u00a0 You\u00a0are blessed\u00a0to have both of your grandmas play a game with you.\u00a0 Capture this moment! Cherish it forever because this will be one of the best days of your life!\u201d <\/i><\/b><\/p>\n<p>I am certain my far-away, captured-in-my-thoughts-look was not noticed by anyone present, but in my bottle of memories it will always be stored in the library of my heart.\u00a0 I have a few of those moments with my own grandmothers, and every once in a while, I dust off its jacket and pull it out to revisit.\u00a0 Every time I do, it is precious time well spent.<\/p>\n<p>Someday, when Clo wants to revisit the amazing time she shared with Grandmas L and S, my heart library will always be open, and she is welcome to check this treasure out as many times as heart desires!<\/p>\n<p>For this, I am so thankful!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>For a few days in August, we had something akin to a miracle occur right at my dinner table.\u00a0 Most people would think that I am\u00a0waxing poetically, but for me, it is a moment that I will treasure forever.\u00a0 While I was on my train trip with Mr. Jimmy, my parents arrived for a visit [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[2],"tags":[224,766,288,767,768,401,448,769,516,770],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1102"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1102"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1102\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1102"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1102"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1102"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}